concoursec | [closed; in need of a closet]

Character(s): Damian Wayne & Superboy
Location: Nighttime, around Garden
Rating: G most likely
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Superboy's been in Garden for a week almost and he's not impressed with the lack of closets. Not impressed at all, and he won't be any more impressed when he bumps into Damian.

Did closets not exist in this stupid floating ship?

Conner stomped through the corridor with an air of frustration, a dark cloud of irritation over his head, the door of his dorm sliding shut behind him on a whisper of air. His dorm room had proven useless, it only had a bed and other minimal furnishings. No closet in sight. His dorm mate's room also came with no closet from what Conner had seen earlier. And now as he strode up and down the corridors in search of a dorm room that was unlocked and not in use ... so not worth it! Plus they were all locked, judging by the way the red lights were lit up on the keypads.

Superman's clone was aggravated, moody (nothing new), at the end of his short-temper fuse.

WHY COULD HE NOT FIND A CLOSET?!

Conner clenched his jaw, teeth grinding. All he wanted to do was grab a bit of shut eye, sleep properly. He didn't need M'gann worrying over him or wondering why his energy levels seemed so low. But there was just no way he could sleep or recharge on the mattress of his bed that was nearly as hard as the floor-- there had to be something...!

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It's a struggle to keep from rolling his eyes.

"Yes, that much is obvious. Who is it under the mask, K--Superboy?" He dropped his voice lower "It's not Brown is it?"

He shifted his weight. Patience was not one of Damian's virtues, but for the sake of gaining a potential ally on his side he was going to give it a shot. For how long before what little patience he did had ran out would be another story entirely.

"I already told you. Robin," Conner growled quietly in return. "I don't know anyone by that name." Not yet. "He calls himself Robin. That is all."

This was going nowhere fast.

"...All right." Damian sighs. "You know my name, correct? I can trust you'll keep my identity a secret."

Since there was a bit of strictness on the whole identity thing back in the Cave and with Batman... Conner gave a short nod. "Yes."

Damian just nodded in reply. He wanted to win this alien over to his side. It appeared to be unclaimed for the most part, especially since his Robin, whoever it may be, was here. That sort of strength is always good to have around. The only problem was how to go about it.

"Do you go on patrols as well? Perhaps... we could go together."

"Patrols...?" Conner gave Damian a somewhat puzzled look. "They do patrols here? In Garden?"

He'd had no idea. Then again ... the 'team' never did patrols, only whatever Batman gave them which was undercover, low-level type missions.

"They don't," Damian arched an eyebrow. Was there anything the clone actually knew? "However, I fail to see why I should stop my nightly routine due to a change of scenery."

Just what exactly did Superboy do wherever the hell he came from? Was he even a superhero there at all? Damian figured he probably would have to be, otherwise there would be no need for the codename at all... but what then did they do? Sit around all day?

"I... guess." Conner shrugged a shoulder.

Definitely a superhero! But a superhero under strict parenting and house rules from Batman and Red Tornado both.

Damian was beginning to think that this wasn't the best choice of conversation to be having with this version of Superboy. More observation was definitely needed on his roommate.

"So do you want to come with me or not?"

"I'm trying to find a closet."

Yeah, like that was going to go any better.

"For what, your collection black of S-Shield t-shirts?"

Damn. This whole concept of being nice is harder than he thought.

"No," Conner grumbled, not all looking in the mood for whatever this kid was pulling on him. "To rest in. Recharge. Sleep."

Damian opened his mouth to ask why, the closed it again. The answer was obvious--he was a weirdo, that was why. And if he wanted to sleep in a closet, that was fine by him. As there weren't any in the dorm, it meant he could effectively have that tiny little room to himself again. That only left finding a closet large enough for the weird alien clone to sleep in. There had to be one in the Garden. There had to be. He closed his eyes and tried to visually walk through the Garden, looking for something closet-esque.

"Have you tried the Art 102 room?" Though he didn't have a class there, it was where he stole the spirit gum from. "They have those large lockers for supplies. Perhaps one of those aren't in use.

One day someone would have to explain the story about how Conner had been born in a containment pod and could only ever properly rest in something similar, like a closet. Beds are just too damn uncomfortable for him!

"Art 102 room..."

Conner had yet to take a class in it as well but he nodded, remembering exactly where it was. It was good enough for him. He repeated the number to himself and turned to head in that direction.

Never was one for 'goodbyes'.

Damian blinked a few times, watching Superboy go. He didn't bother to stop him or say goodbye, just sort of walked him walk away.

...What a weirdo.

[closed; in need of a closet]

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